His Cuckold Demotion: The Complete Story by Peggy Madchen

Author:Peggy Madchen
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2021-05-27T04:00:00+00:00

To Be

Continued

The Cuckold

Part Six: The Rooster

Copyright 2016 Princess Pegger

Kara strode towards the front door of the bar, dragging me behind her on the toddler leash that she had forced me to wear. I could hear the crinkle of my plastic diaper as I walked across the parking lot, my bare feet burning on the hot asphalt.

The insides of my diaper had time to cool since I peed them earlier. They felt dirty and disgusting. I tried to keep my legs apart to avoid feeling the disgusting mess in my diaper, but that wasn't doing much good. Repositioning my legs like that did remind me of the tampon lodged up my ass; the one that my former secretary put there to keep another man's cum from leaking out of me. Could the tampon absorb any of my urine? If it did, would that be a health risk? I just wanted to go home and get out of this ridiculous diaper.

But Kara had plans of her own and they involved going to The Rooster; a gay bar with a reputation for kink. We were certainly dressed for it.

“No kids allowed!” called the man behind the bar as soon as we walked through the door.

Kara was one of those women who would be carded until she was fifty and Miranda had made her dress in little girl drag to embarrass me. To drive home the fact that Kara was my babysitter. My cuckysitter.

Kara made a bee line for the bar, dragging me along behind her in her wake. I could feel her anger radiating off of her and knew that she was going to be taking it out on me sooner or later.

“I said, no kids.” the bartender said to Kara.

“Haven't you ever heard of a costume? Here's my ID.” Kara reached into her bra, pulled out a driver's license, and handed it to the bartender.

The bartender looked at it cautiously before finally handing it back to Kara.

“And him? And if you pull it out of his diaper, you can just turn around and go back to play school.” he said.

Kara reached into her bra again and brought out another ID. It took me a moment to process this. It had been months since I gave Miranda all of my credit cards and identification. To have her hand any of it over to some college girl who was babysitting me further reinforced my lowly status.

The bartender seemed satisfied with my ID. Kara took a seat at the bar. I wanted to sit down, but sitting on the barstool would only squash my pee soaked diaper closer to my clammy skin. I wanted to get out of the bar and out of my wet diaper.

“On the floor, cum dumpster. I've let you walk around like a grown up long enough.” Kara ordered.

I obeyed. I didn't see any other choice. At least it meant that I could stay on my knees and not press my piss soaked diaper into my blistered ass. I wondered if I'd get diaper rash or worse from the treatment that I'd received today.

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